There is a concept that seems to exist more in oriental martial arts than in Western culture at large. It’s the success and solidarity of the unit. That unit may be a team, a dojang, a school, or a business, but the identity with and alongside our partners seems to matter more than I encounter elsewhere, except perhaps in my years doing Bible Camp and marching band, and I hear and read a lot about it in the military.
So, when I found out that there were additional masters (no pressure no pressure) at promotion today, I cancelled role-playing and asked the other Eolgan-i members if they would like to get together and do a light review workout, to train.
Sword God is laid out with a mild injury, but Archer and Logic Monkey joined me in the barely-freezing air to run through Gyuk-Gums, Siljong Baegi, and Cut Focus. There was nothing fancy, nothing super-neat or ground-breaking occurred. (I did get to almost bop Archer over the head to help fix her 11-block for Gyuk-Gum Sa-Bon.) And I managed to nearly twist one ankle and the opposite knee! But at the end of the day, we were friends and teammates training together.
I could have stayed home in another city and trained two additional hours today, but it was well worth it to be part of the team.